On a balmy, sultry evening; pausing to soak up the atmosphere,
I was struck by the ethereal light,
that transformed my allotment to an other worldly woodland glade,
with stately spires of foxgloves,
pale pink and white blossoms,
soft against the green foliage
and duck-egg blue of the shed.
An enchanted place
where bird song is all around
and the only sorrow is having to tear myself away to return to the real world;
but knowing that my little secret haven will be here for me tomorrow!